AmericaxMale Reader - An Utterly Great Time
by factoryrain
Summary: You find a note and number in a library book and send it a text. You two decide to have a contest to figure out who the other first. The loser buys the winner lunch. High School AU. Experienced!Male!Reader because come on, there's too many virgin female reader fics! Warning: Sex mentions, language, and possible smut later on.
1. Chapter 1

An Utterly Great Time – Male!readerxAmerica Hetalia fanfiction

_901-677-9102 hit me up for a good time. –A_

You always thought these kinds of things were ridiculous. You see them on public bathroom walls, classroom-set text books, and now you've seen one inside a copy of _Kill a Mockingbird _from your school's library. Someone trying to hook up or playing a joke, usually. You can't help but wonder if people actually take offers like this.

After flipping past the note on the title page of the book and scanning through the pages, you get an idea; why not add some fun to your boring week and send the writer a text? Maybe mess with them a little. You take out your phone and add the number to your contacts.

_A good time? _You press send, laughing silently to yourself. You put your phone away and begin reading your book.

A few minutes later, your phone vibrates in your pocket. You take it out and open the new message from "A". _You're the first taker! –A _

_Did you expect someone to answer? _You reply.

_Not really. Nobody reads anymore. -A_

_Hey! I do_

_And who else –A_

_You. You clearly have to read texts, right?_

_Smartass –A_

_3_

_So what's your name –A_

You type your name but then you erase it. This was fun, but it'll be more fun if you kept your identity classified. _No, let's keep this anonymous. It'll be more fun instead._

_I like that idea. But hey, how about we try to figure who we are by talking?–A_

_That sounds great. I didn't expect this to get this interesting lol_

_Oh trust me I'm great at these things ;) –A_

_Uncomfortable_

The first period bell rings. You put your things away and you get to your Pre-calculus class. Under your desk, you take out your phone to text your friend again.

_So what class are you in right now? _

_English. You? –A_

_Pre-cal. Trying to be secretive. Don't want to be caught by Miss Trahan._

_Fuck da popo. I'm guessing you're a senior, too? –A_

_Nope, junior._

_Dang you're ahead of your game ;) –A_

_Not really, I'm just decent at math._

_I could really use some help sometimes –A_

_I'll consider helping if I knew how to._

_Thanks! So what classes do you have next? –A_

_Let's see, I have history next, art after, then English, French, Physics and Computer basics._

_Oh really? I have art with you. I don't talk to the juniors usually in those classes but don't think I won't be looking for you ;) –A_

_Creeper! Are we making this a contest? Whoever finds out who the other is wins?_

_Totally. Should there be prizes? –A_

_Yeah, whoever loses buys the other lunch._

_You're on. –A_

Later that day, you leave your history class and head to art. Nervously, you walk in, trying to pull a straight face. There were numerous seniors in your class, and you knew none of them. You decided not to text during the class to avoid being caught first, genius!

As you scan the class, you realize how many A names there are. Alexis, Andrew, Arthur, Alfred and Angel. Alexis is a really great artist, she usually works but doesn't talk much, it's probably not her. Andrew is into a lot of sports and is pretty popular, he's a maybe. Then you have Arthur, he's kinda snappy sometimes but you don't know much about him, he's a maybe, too. Alfred is obnoxious and loud, probably not him. Angel is pretty nice, but you don't see her writing her number in a library book, but who knows, maybe she did?

At your table, you sit with Arthur, Alfred, Natalya, a sophomore, Ludwig, a German-exchange student, and Feliciano, a sweet Italian kid who you enjoy talking to.

The class period usually consists of you sitting there quietly while Arthur and Alfred talk or argue, and Ludwig and Alfred disagreeing over something and Natalya having to yell at them all to shut up. They usually do, telling that Natalya is probably willing to tear a limb off if she has to.

You sit in between Alfred and Feliciano and take your sketchbook out. At the start of class every day, you have to sketch down something. You begin to draw some candles.

"Ah! _ you're getting better!" Feliciano compliments. He tells you this almost every day.

"Thank you, Feli, but yet again, you're much better." You say, pointing to his smoothly drawn picture of flowers on his page.

"It takes practice. I've been drawing since I was a little boy."

"And at least your drawings look like this." Ludwig says, looking down at his doodle of a dog. You hold in a laugh, it was pretty bad.

"Haha!" A loud laugh from the other side of you makes you jump. "Some people are just not good." You look over at Alfred. Really, you thought, was that really necessary?

"Do you even try?" Ludwig glares at him.

"Well yeah I do." Alfred says arrogantly.

"Guys please," Feliciano pleads, almost sounding overly worried.

"Yeah guys please, I'm not in the mood." Natalya mummers. They stopped arguing though Ludwig and Alfred continues to slip looks at each other.

After putting your sketchbook up, you pull out your current project; a painting of a violin. Though it wasn't perfect, you're still pretty happy about how it's coming out. You carefully open the paints that you have to share with Alfred and Arthur. Arthur is decent to share with, but on the other hand, Alfred is a hand full. He doesn't treat the paints right, and he's really messy. You have to clean up after him to avoid getting blamed for the mess sometimes.

"Oops." You heard Alfred say this numerous times, but this time was different. He had splattered paint on the side of your shirt. "I'm really sorry, dude." He reaches for you with paint covered hands, you quickly back away.

"No, no it's fine." You tell him, avoiding sounding pissed off. It wasn't an important shirt so it wasn't that big of a deal. You take some wet wipes and clean off your shirt.

"You missed a spot." The blond kid touches the side of your cheek with a wet wipe, making you fidget a little from sudden contact. You look up at his blue eyes and you have eye contact with him for a second before you grab the wipe from him and clean off the splatter on your cheek. Uncomfortable, you tell yourself.

_So do you have any ideas because I do –A _You look at the message at the end of class after cleaning up.

_Sorry but I'm winning this. I already know the first letter of your name. _You answer back.

_Not fair, I know nothing about you. Yet ;) –A_

_Why the hell do you keep winking at me_

_Because I already know what I want you to buy me for lunch ;) –A_

_This means war_

_;) –A_

While you open the message, the bell rings. You head to English.

_How about the good ol' question game? –A_

_Oh yeah sure, just no questions about what we look like, our names, or anything._

_Got it. What's your favorite memory? –A_

_Going to Europe with my family when I was in middle school._

_Nice, your turn. –A_

_What's your weirdest dream?_

_I had a dream I kissed my best friend. Awkward as hell. He doesn't know, though. –A_

_Your secret is safe with me._

_Good. –A_

Throughout the day, you both talk and laugh. You feel acquainted with them, though you still don't know for sure who they are. They're perverted, funny, and interesting.

_I have to drive home so I'll text you then. Later –A_

_Alright_

You put your phone away before stuffing your books into your locker. You hear snickering behind you. You turn and see a group of guys a few meters away from you. They seem to get louder when you looked over at you. They quickly turn away from you and whisper to each other.

They could be talking about something else, you tell yourself. It still bothered you a little. You shut your locker door and begin to walk past them. They glance over at you and continue to whisper. Your worry grew from there. You start to walk faster out of the building and you quickly head to your car. You sit down and take a deep breath.

_Knock, knock_. You nervously turn and see Francis Bonnefoy at your window. Relieved, you roll down your window.

"Hello sunshine, is something the matter? You looked like you were running from something." He said with his thick French accent, concerned sounding.

"No, I was just in a hurry to get home."

"You sure?"

"Yeah, I'm fine, but thanks for worrying." You assure him.

"Okay, have a nice ride home, monsieur." He winks and walks off. You start your car, feeling a little better, though the anxious feeling in your chest is still there.

When you get home, you set your stuff down and crash down on the couch like usual, and you pass out.

About an hour later, you wake up from your phone vibrating. 4 new messages from A.

_Hey, I'm at home. Tell me more about that story you're thinking of writing. –A_

_Dude you there? –A_

_Hey sorry if I'm bothering you but reply I'm bored –A_

_U ok I'm getting worried –A_

_Hey! Sorry I got home and fell asleep._

_Oh alright. So how about that story? –A_

_I'll tell you later, now's not a good time._

_What's wrong –A_

_Nothing_

_Please tell me –A_

_It's really stupid I'm fine I swear_

_No it's bothering you so it's not stupid –A_

Tears start to trail from your cheeks. You wonder what's gotten into you.

_Alright I just thought some people were laughing at me when I was walking past them. See? It's stupid._

_Not really. That's pretty nerve wracking. –A_

_Thanks for understanding_

_No problem –A_

_Oh on a brighter note, guess who spoke to me before I left?_

_Who? –A_

_Francis Bonnefoy_

_What's so special about him? –A_

_He's really pretty. I used to have a crush on him but not anymore. He winked at me. If only this happened Freshmen year._

_Haha he's nothing special. Kinda wimpy. –A_

_That's not true._

_Is that what you're into? –A_

_What? Pretty men? Yeah_

_How many people have you been with? –A_

_Oh these kinds of questions. I've had a few short-term relationships, a couple long term ones over the years. Why?_

_Just thought I'd get a hint on who you are ;) –A_

_Well okay, how many people have you dated?_

_I've been with a quite a few people. Nobody right now.–A_

_What's your type?_

_Nice, open minded, not a picky eater, good kissers, adventurous ;) –A_

_Sounds nice. What ended your last relationship?_

_Let's see. We dated for two weeks and we realized we didn't really get along. That's how they all usually end. –A_

_Yeah, that's how a lot of my relationships ended._

_What's your longest one? –A_

_My first girlfriend lasted 7 months. She dumped me for another guy._

_Oh so you date both? –A_

_Dated both but I'm into guys._

_Wow, same. Sorta. –A_

_Nothing wrong with not knowing for awhile. Just go with the flow and see where you end up._

_That makes sense, thanks. –A_

You feel tingly inside. You choose to ignore it.

_It's your turn, if we're still playing the question game. –A_

_Oh okay. Let's see…_

You and him stay up late talking and asking questions. Around 12, questions started getting pretty weird. You remained pretty comfortable and even asked some yourself.

_Have you ever shaved your pubes?_

_Yeah, don't do it –A_

_Wasn't planning to, but why did you do it?_

_Hey hey it wasn't your turn ;) Have you ever crossdressed? –A_

_Yes. Yes I have. Now why did you?_

_I wanted to try it out and the guy I was hooking up with suggested it. –A_

_Oh dang_

_Yeah. Ever hooked up with someone? –A_

_Yeah. How many times have you… Fricked?_

_Fricked? –A_

_Yeah, you know. The nasty?_

_Oh, you're funny. Several times but with three different partners. Different times. –A_

_Oh._

_So how many times have you? –A_

_Oh, a couple times._

_Surprising, I wouldn't have thought. I assumed you were shy. –A_

_I'm still a little shy but things have happened lol_

_So knowing all this, would you ever consider hooking up with me without knowing what I looked like? –A_

_Oh shit that sounds pretty weird. I don't mean it literally just wondering. –A_

You stare at the message for a little bit. Suddenly, images of Andrew, Alfred, and Arthur come up in your head. This person is one of them. Andrew Daily, a muscular, jock type. Light green eyes and dark hair. Not really your type but he isn't bad looking. Alfred Jones maybe, overly-confident but attractive. You start to think about his pretty eyes and glasses, his blond hair… Cute. Arthur Kirkland? Not likely. The pieces don't fit together.

_I'm not really into hooking up. _You don't want things to get awkward. You're not sure if either Andrew or Alfred or if Arthur is the one after all would want to get involved with you that way.

_Oh, okay. –A_

_It's getting late, we'll text tomorrow._

_Night, oh wait I need to tell you something –A_

You heart pounds. Oh shit._ What is it? _You answer back.

_Oh never mind. Good night. –A_

_Night._

You throw your phone off to the side and settle down under your covers. You start to think of Andrew and Alfred. Which one could it be? You wrap your arms around the pillow and nuzzle your face into it, thinking of the conversation before. Could whoever it be… Be interested? The words sound weird in your head. It sounds way too weird to be a possibility. You close your eyes and drift asleep.


	2. Chapter 2

Artist Note: Got the second chapter done pretty quickly! Thanks for the feedback so far! 3

**WARNING**: This chapter contains smut.

"Ahh… Ahh…" Your naked body lay on your bed comfortably. You can feel the blood rushing through your body and your heart beating loudly. One hand on your side and the other running down to your crotch area while warm kisses are being placed from your lower hip up to your neck. You slowly open your eyes to see Alfred Jones looking up at you from your neck, his blue eyes shining and cheeks almost as red as yours. He leans in and continues to kiss your neck, slowly going up to your cheek, his messy, soft blond hair stroking your chin and face. His hand is moving further down, you slowly open your legs wider.

Alfred gets to your lips and he softly kisses you. His hand gently runs along your member as you let out a silent moan from your chest. Alfred lifts his hand and puts it on your other side. He removes his lips from yours and moves up to your ear. "You ready?"

You give him a quick nod and he moves on top of you, continuing to kiss your cheek and neck even more passionately than before. You move your hands to his bare hips. He slowly starts to grind against you, your breathing starts to get heavy as his pace gets quicker. His hands caress your body as he lets out a gasp. "Alfred…" You start to say. "Ahh… Alfred…"

You awaken with the sound of your phone rattling and the mess you've just made under the covers. It's 6:00 in the morning, just an hour before you usually wake up. You uncomfortably sit up, trying to not spread the wet, sticky mess in your boxers. You look at your phone; one new message.

_Good morning –A_

Yeah morning, you think to yourself, guess what I just dreamed about. You wipe the sweat from your forehead and take a deep, needed breath. What a dream, you don't know what to think of it. You never thought Alfred would be someone you'd be involved with… Did you? You type a message back.

_Morning_

_How'd you sleep? –A_

_ Pretty well, you?_

_ Good, I guess, still tired. –A_

_ Why are you up so early?_

_ I like to take time getting ready for school, plus I like to grab breakfast. –A_

_ That's nice. I literally just throw clothes on, eat and brush my teeth._

_ Haha I would look like a wreck if I just did that. –A_

_ Oh whatever. _

_So what are you up to right now? –A_

_ About to take a shower. Might as well freshen up a little._

_ That sounds nice ;) –A_

_ You have no idea._

You get to school, park your car, and you head for the library as you do every morning.

_So where do you go in the mornings? –A_

_ Library. Gives me time to settle down before I have to do school things._

_ Oh really? So you're in the library? –A_

_ Yeah, I am._

It suddenly hit you, he could easily find out who you are. You grab your things and you run out of the library.

_Haha I'll get ya now ;) –A_

_ No you won't!_

Looking up from sending the message, you suddenly run into someone. You look down to see you had run into Alfred Jones. He had dropped his book, a bag, and his phone. Telling from the surprise on his face, it looked like he was focused on getting somewhere.

You had a great idea. "Sorry," you tell him, innocently. You go to pick up his things, glancing down at his cell phone's screen. To your surprise, there your last text was. Glowing on the screen.

You hand it all back and you continue the other way, your heart beating fast. How do you tell him? How do you talk to him? Especially after that dream. You feel your face turn red.

You hear Alfred's shoes take a screeching halt. Oh crap, you say to yourself, he probably saw the message and realized I was coming from the library. You quickly turn around to see him facing you.

"It's you!" You both seemed to have yelled it at the same time. You both pause and stare at each other for a minute. You never noticed before, but Alfred really does take time to make himself look great. His hair always seems neatly done and in place, his clothes always look nice, and he certainly smelled nice when he ran into you… Well never mind that, there's something more important to decide at the moment. Who is buying the other lunch?

"It's a tie." He says, walking over to you. "I guess we'll both be buying each other lunch."

You nod nervously.

"What's wrong? Aren't we friends? Say something."

"Well, yeah I guess we are." You scratch the back of your head, avoiding eye contact.

"So, you want to come with me to eat breakfast?" He smiles at you.

You turn your attention towards him again, catching his eyes. "Yeah, sure, that sounds nice."


	3. Chapter 3

Alfred hands you a couple of donuts. "I didn't expect to share so I didn't get much but take more if you like." He says, with his mouth full of donut. You two are now sitting outside at a picnic table. The autumn-time smell, cool temperature, quietness, and clear sky makes you feel almost too comfortable.

"So, what do you want for lunch?" You ask him.

"We should go get some burgers." He replies, with his mouth still stuffed.

"That sounds good." You say before continuing to eat your donut.

"I knew it was you when I saw you in art." He tells you, swallowing his food.

"Oh really? Why didn't you take your win there?"

"Because I honestly couldn't decide between you or Feliciano."

"I was stuck between you and Andrew."

"Andrew Daily? He's a prick."

"So are you, truthfully." You laugh. He turns and glares at you. "Just kidding man." He continues to stare at you. He's really close to you, your noses could almost touch. You start to turn red, your eyes are about to water.

He glances down at your cheek. "Hey, you got a little something there." He leans down and licks donut glaze from your cheek, causing you to jump. "What?" He asks, laughing.

"Nothing." Your cheeks feel hot. He smiles sweetly at you.

The bell rings and you both get up and collect your things. You begin to walk to your Pre-Calculus class when Alfred catches up with you. "Don't you walk with anyone to class?"

"When I can I guess, but usually no."

"Well I should start walking you to class then." You look at him and think, wow this has escalated pretty quickly. You give him another observation. You've sat next to this guy a couple months since school started, you've always found his annoying, but here he is flirting with you and you're kinda enjoying it? After speaking to him for a day? Are you developing a crush? No of course not!

"Is something the matter?" He asks you.

"No just zoning out." You laugh a little anxiously. "You don't have to walk me to class."

"But I want to."

"You sure?"

"Totally."

You both finally get to your class. Alfred winks and waves goodbye at you before you enter. You take a seat and get out your things. Your phone vibrates.

_ Looking forward to our date ;) –A_

You spend a lot of time texting Alfred during class. You start to think about him more differently; more sweet and kind, less obnoxious and unapproachable. After all, it seems you two really started hitting it off. You felt really great about it.

Your first two class periods went by slowly as you waited eagerly for third.

After the bell rang, you dashed to art. When you arrived, Alfred was not there yet. You sat down beside Feliciano and take out your sketchbook. As you sketch out a park bench, you noticed Alfred walked in. Your heart began to pound.

He sits down by you. "Hi there." He smiles cutely at you and takes his sketchbook out. You glance down at it as he flips through the pages. His art was god awful and you could even point out some hidden penises drawn in them. How mature.

Today was a free day in art, you and Alfred spent the period talking about stupid things and doodling on a piece of paper. He drew mostly stick figures and scribbles. After a lot of the class period, you set your pencil down. "I need to use the bathroom, I'll be right back."

"Oh I need to go, too, I'll come with you." He said, standing up.

You walked with him to the bathroom quietly. You were about to speak to him when he speaks instead. "So, are you excited about this date?"

"Date?"

"Yeah, isn't it a date? I mean you're _clearly _interested in me." He says with gratitude.

Woe you don't know what to say because clearly you might be interested. But maybe it's a bit too soon for this? He's staring at you with fond eyes, you can't think of what to say and you can feel yourself heating up and sweating.

"Aww you're blushing," he says in a seductive whisper. You shake your head.

"If this is a date, you're paying," you tell him, trying to kill the romantic mood. You're still trying to decide what to do. This whole thing just seemed to be moving pretty fast. Then you realize you're walking into the boy's bathroom with him.

You head to a stall instead of a urinal.

"So did you catch the new episode of Lost last night?" you hear him ask.

"Alfred, please, not while I'm peeing." You grunt.

"Well sheesh." He says, sarcastically. You finish your business and head out of the stall to wash your hands. You try your best not to glance down at Alfred, who still had his pants down. But curiosity took its course; you couldn't help but peek. Dang, his legs are pretty built. You lean over to take a peak of his front region when he looks up at you. You quickly turn back to your sink and mirror.

Alfred starts to wash his hands when you grab a few paper towels to dry off. He flicks some water on you. "So did you see the episode?"

"No I don't watch Lost." You reply, wiping the specks of water off your side.

"That's a shame." He walks up behind you and reaches over your shoulder, getting close to you. "You should come over and watch it sometime with me." He whispers.

You shiver and turn around to look at him. "I don't like Lost."

"How about Weeds, then?" his face gets a little closer to yours.

"I'll pass." You back up a little, hitting the paper towel dispenser.

"Breaking Bad?" His voice is down to a purring whisper. His blond bangs gently touch your forehead, his breath smelling like peppermint gum.

"I-I." He closes his eyes and leans in. Your defenses give out and you close your eyes, too. It was time to quit fighting about right timing.

_Creak! _Alfred jumped away from you. "Haha alright let's get back to class." He laughs and heads towards the door as someone else comes in. Blushing, love-stuck and loopy, you follow after him.


	4. Chapter 4

AN: I'm not too sure if I really really want to continue this fic. I think I might focus on finishing Feel Good and Sweet, Sweet Feliciano first and if I feel like coming back to this, I will. Thank you guys for enjoying it, though! If you have any prompts or suggestions for the continuation of this fic, please message me or send me an ask on Tumblr.

Chapter 4 – An Utterly Great Time

You sat in the front seat of Alfred's car, eating your burger. It was quiet, except for Alfred's loud chewing. It was overall enjoyable. The car was parked in the shade in a nearby empty parking lot at a bank from the drive-through. It was surprisingly clean and neat, and you wonder how the guy doesn't spill something while eating in here.

You didn't know what to talk about with him. After that bathroom event, you couldn't begin to express how confused you were about everything going on. This started out as an interesting game just the day before, now things got serious too fast, too soon.

You finish up your food and stuff the trash into the bag it came in. Alfred wipes his mouth and swallows his food. "How'd you like it?"

"It was great, thanks." You answer softly.

"My pleasure." He gets out of his car to throw away the trash. You flip through the radio trying to find something to listen to. Alfred gets back into the car.

"Hey, um, I want to ask you something," you tell him.

"Yeah sure, go ahead." He says.

"Are you actually interested in me or is this some sort of game?" You blurt out. You didn't mean to sound so rash, it just came out.

"Oh um," Alfred looked at you surprised; you continue to stare at your hands. "I've really always thought you were… Pretty cute. And everything happening and such made me feel interested. Yeah… I kinda like you. I'm sorry if you thought I was being rough, and sorry about the bathroom harassment earlier." He laughed nervously after finishing up his explanation.

"It's fine," you tell him, unsure about how to reply to his confession.

"So um, are you interested or is _this_ some sort of game?" he asks you, smiling.

"I used to think you were pretty obnoxious," you start.

"Well thanks!" He interrupts.

"Let me finish!" You both laugh. "Okay, but I probably should have given time to get to know you. But now that I have and now I realize…" you choke on your words. "you're really a cool person to hang out with and I really want to get to know you."

Alfred's face flushes red. "I can live with that." You nervously smile at him.

"The food was good, Alfred, thank you," you tell him. "But you didn't have to pay for it."

"My pleasure," he purrs.

You both sit in silence for a few minutes. You sit back in your seat, enjoying the music for a moment. You hear a slight noise from next to you. Alfred's scooting his hand towards yours, he shyly looks out his window. Blushing, you scoot your hand to his and you both softly hold each other's hands.

"This is nice," you whisper, your cheeks feel like they're on fire.

"Yeah," he leans over and lays his head against your's. "Doing anything for lunch tomorrow?"

"No,"

"Let's do this again," he says, proudly.

"Sounds good," he lifts his head up and kisses your temple.

"You sure you don't want me to carry your books?" Alfred asks you while walking with you to your locker at the end of the day.

"No I can do it myself," you feel flattered, but really, you can do it yourself.

"Fine," You open your locker and throw them in there.

"Locker 213, 213…" he mutters.

"Yeah, what about it?"

"Nothing, I'm just going to remember where your locker is, that's all." He said, looking down at his feet. You take a second and appreciate how cute he looks when he's shy.

"Okay then," you smile at him. You both walk towards the main door of the school.

"So, I was wondering, do you perhaps want to do something this weekend?" he asks you.

"I haven't planned anything," you purr. "What did you have in mind?"

"Maybe you could come over," he says, taking your hand again, but with a little more confidence this time.

"That sounds nice," you were near your car now. "I'll see you tomorrow, I guess."

"Totally," he hugs you tightly, pulling you close to his chest. You get a nice whiff of his cologne. He kisses your head, pushes you backwards and grabs your arms. "I'll see you tomorrow. Have a safe ride home."

"You too, Alfred." He releases you and walks off to his car. Before you get in your's, you notice Francis Bonnefoy looking over at you from a few parking spaces over. He seems to be trying to tell you something.

"Can I help you?" You yell in his direction.

"Yes," he yells back. "Get some!" Typical Francis.

"Okay, have a good day, Francis!" You break into laughter. You sit down in your car for a second, just to take it all in. Your life was now one of those sappy romantic movies about accidently meeting someone. You were okay with this.

Your phone vibrates in your pocket. You slip it out and look at the message.

_So, when are you going to "get some?" –A_

You stare at your phone for a second. What could you possibly reply with?

_;)_

Perfect, nothing wrong with a little flirting here and there.


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